Making A Difference

My father died one year ago. This morning May 1st as I was thinking over so many aspects of the museum project, particularly considering our first BIG fundraiser is now behind us (check out the news story and video), I was reminded of something my father always tried to teach me. Probably from the time I was a teenager my dad always seemed to take opportunities to make me believe that I could make a difference. When he helped me with my first resume or two he always made sure it said “I want to make a difference”. The first time he suggested I put that on I did so but I still recall thinking “do I” or “what exactly does that mean”? I gave it thought then but often wondered, what makes him think I really feel that way. I realize this morning that the statement is true but has so many more implications beyond just me.

One of the many things that keep me so drawn to volunteering so much time to the museum effort is the concept of making a difference within our community by providing this great museum for families and children. However, the process to get there is all about making a difference as well. The idea that this project will truly become a community project and pull people, talents, resources and all the good stuff together is also very motivating to me.

The summer before my 5^th grade year we had a major house fire in the middle of the night. Half of the home was destroyed along with two new cars and my pet bird. As my dad and brother were sitting on the lawn that early morning while things were calming a bit, a newer family to the area, that we didn't even know that well, stopped by as they were driving out of town on vacation. They handed over the keys to their home and said please stay in our home while we are gone. That continued to happen back to back all summer until we secured a temporary rental not far from home and our amazing neighborhood, while our home was rebuilt. Although our family received direct blessings of help from so many, the thing I remember most is what happened to all the people around us. Everyone came together to work on a common project that brought about good. Our neighborhood changed. People were kinder, more thoughtful, and reached out more in general. It was overwhelming in a good way for my parents that our tragedy became the means for bringing about opportunities that brought people together.

The children’s museum is not a tragedy but I can’t help but think about this lesson I learned so long ago. It is amazing what happens when people come together in a common goal, particularly when that goal is based in good human values of families and children. I am so happy to be a part of that and invest into this community which we really enjoy and hope to stay in. I can’t wait to see what happens as the project progresses and more and more people begin to feel that same sense of common goal.

Last night at our major fundraiser a wonderful woman in the community was honored for her dedication and influence on so many through her love of music. She sang a song and shared a simple message. She basically shared how she felt about a wonderful community. I thought she hit it on the head when she sang. She reminded me that my father was right we can all make a difference. Thank you Dad!

We don't have to wait for Make A Difference Day, we can do something any and every day of the year.